Shawn Mendes Imagines

Military Pt. 2

I looked at him as he rushed to the baby room, before following suit.

"Hi, baby," he cooed, grinning as he held the railing of the crib. "You're adorable," he said, before sniffling. "Hey, I'm your daddy."

The baby looked up at him, quieting down, before stretching his arms out for Shawn to hold.

I smiled. "You can touch him, Shawn," I told him, rubbing his back, making him relax under my touch.

"I- I can't, babe. I'm scared. What if I break him?" he stuttered, worry written all over his face as he looked at me.

"Aw, baby. You won't break him." I picked our baby up, cradling him in my arms. "Here."

Shawn sighed in content as soon as the baby was in his arms. "Oh my God, this is unreal," he whispered, looking at me as the grin on his face became wider.

I laughed lightly. I saw tears pooling up in his eyes, and as soon as one fell, my thumb was wiping it away.

He smiled softly. "Hi, baby. I'm your daddy. You're gonna grow up to be a tough guy who doesn't break girls' hearts, okay, buddy?" he cooed. Shawn sniffled, using one hand to wipe his remaining tears that had managed to slip off.

I couldn't help but tear up, too. Seeing my husband who was in the military holding our baby in his large arms. I never even thought we'd make it this far.

As if he read my thoughts, Shawn role me,"I'll be here 'til the end of the line, baby."
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Hey guys! Gosh, it's bees so long since I updated, and I'm truly, genuinely sorry. Honestly, if it wasn't for my extreme case of writer's block, you'd be getting tons of updates. And I know this one's really short, I'm still trying to get my brain to work.

But seriously. I'm sorry that my brain's been a complete useless organ in my body (what am I saying).

Anyway, thanks for reading!
Bye!
DSBF!